Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic
Someone is singling out and eliminating Kim's enemies. Who is he, why is he doing this, and what does Shego have to do with him? All these questions will be answered in either this chapter or the next, I'm not sure yet.
"speech"
'thought'
(author's notes)
***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 1
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Kim and Ron stood in front of the massive fire that used to be Duff Killigan's castle. Through the flames they could see a figure, a figure with glowing green eyes. This person wore immensely baggy pants that just caved into the boots he wore. These boots came up to mid-shin height, like boots that the army use. He wore a green, loose-fitting tank top. His body was toned to near perfection with the contours of his muscles clearly defined in the light of the fire. In his left hand was a pike, a long pole/lance with a blade on the end, the blade also glowed a slight green (picture something like the one, if you've ever seen it, that Hiten on Inuyasha used, I thought it was pretty cool). His face was still hidden in shadow, not wanting them to see him.
"Why did you do this?" Kim yelled across the mass of burning rubble.
"Because you couldn't bring yourself to," came a low, cold, ferociously scary voice.
"What do you mean?"
"You will find out, all in due time Kim Possible," the voice said accenting every syllable of her name, sending chills down her spine.
Kim pulled out her ckimmunicator and turned on the heavy-duty spotlight. When she shown it at where he was, he was gone. She humphed, put the kimmunicator back, and sat down on one of the stones that were scattered about. Ron was just standing there watching the flames, wondering how he could have possibly forgotten the marshmallows.
"Ron, how could this have happened?" she asked looking at the ruins of the once dreary castle.
"I don't know," was all he could say.
They had arrived at the island having gotten a tip that Killigan stole something to do with the top-secret space laser project. When they were about to enter the castle, it blew up, sending pieces of rock and other assorted shrapnel about. Kim felt the blood drip down her face from a cut on her cheek, her perfect cheek. No one she had ever faced used such powers, except maybe Shego, but her fingernails were her weapons. She pulled out the kimmunicator and contacted Wade.
"Wade, we could use a ride."
"What happened, did you get Killigan?"
"Not exactly Wade," Ron said leaning over Kim's shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
She turned the kimmunicator around so he could see where the castle once was.
"That's what I mean," she said turning the small device back around.
"We don't know who did it, or why?" Ron added.
"He did say that we would find out."
"Yeah, in due time," Ron said waving his hands and talking in a spooky voice.
"Rides on the way."
*****
The next day was like any other at Middleton high school, at least as normal as any day gets there. In Kim's first class, English, a new student was being introduced. He wore a pair of black, steel toe boots, which were covered by baggy jeans, hanging over those jeans was a very long, very loose, white tank top. His hair was extremely long for a guy. Reaching mid- thigh length, was a green/black color, and was pulled into a large braid. He had the rugged good looks of someone who had been through hell and could have described every detail (by this I mean he's a tough guy) of it.
"Everyone, I want you to give a warm, Middleton welcome to our new student," the teacher, Mr. Matthews said, "Nate Sindel."
(So I like to put myself in my stories, I feel it's the next best thing to actually being in the show.)
Every girls', even Kim's, jaw dropped when they looked at him. A few of them quickly regained their composure, but the other few couldn't help it.
"Okay, Nate, please take a seat...um...behind Ron over there," he pointed towards the empty seat behind Ron.
"Sure," he said lifting his bag and walking over to his seat.
The stares followed him as he sat down and leaned back in his chair, not really bothering to pay attention. Mr. Matthews wrapped his ruler on his desk to get everyone's attention back to the board. As soon as he started talking, people began to talk amongst themselves. Even people right down in the front row were talking, even though Matthews repeatedly told them to be quiet. But, as with any class, there are those who actually pay attention. There were only a handful out of the 30 juniors in the class.
*****
"Wade, I need you to look up someone for me," Kim said at lunch.
"Sure, who is it?" Wade said over the kimmunicator.
"Someone named Nate Sindel, he's new here and I'm not sure why, but he just doesn't give off good vibes, you know what I mean?" she said hurrying through her lunch.
"Slow down KP," Ron said sitting down across the table from her, "rushing is my job."
"This isn't good, how are we supposed to find out who this guy is?"
"Don't worry, it was just Killigan, he had it coming to him," Ron said pulling Rufus out and setting him on the table.
"But that's the thing, he hadn't been planning anything, or had done anything in past few months, besides the whole space laser thingy."
"So, what if he was, its over now," Ron said, quickly stopping himself from saying anything else, he had momentarily forgotten that Killigan was dead. Luckily, Kim wasn't paying attention.
"He said that he was doing what I couldn't bring myself to do."
"Hey, ask Wade if he can find any sort of security tapes from Killigan's castle, he must have had surveillance cameras."
"Great idea Ron," Kim slapped his on the back and pulled out her kimmunicator. "Wade, can you check if there are any surveillance tapes from Killigan's castle?"
"I thought you might ask, and you'll never guess who it is," Wade said transferring the files from his computer to hers.
Kim watched the feed on the screen, it showed the main room of the castle. The camera was mounted above the door, giving a full view of the room, except what was directly beneath it. As they watched the door was blown off its hinges by a green mass of something. In stepped the person they saw the previous night, except they only saw him from behind. The tape fast forwarded and the next thing they saw was Killagan on his knees, making a begging motion. The figure raised the pike, and brought it back down, severing the golfer's head from his body. Kim and Ron both turned away when that happened. They turned back just in time to se the pike glow and blow the camera to pieces.
"Well, that's some thorough work," Ron said attempting to keep his lunch down.
"But it brings us back to the original question, why would someone want to ice Killigan?" Kim said not bothering to rewind and look at it again. "Wade, did you find anything that might give us a clue to his face?"
"Sorry Kim, I got nothing."
"Okay, thanks Wade," she said and put the kimmunicator back in her pocket.
Kim turned around in her seat, looking across the lunchroom at Nate, sitting by himself at a table in the corner. She didn't know why, but he really creeped her out, and she had some questions for him. But she figured that waiting for Wade to dig up any info on him would be more appropriate. She just couldn't help staring at him, his perfect face, perfect body, perfect hair; in a strange way he reminded her of...her. She herself had been called perfect by so many people, she had tried to be modest about it, but it was really starting to get to her.
"Kim," Ron said waving his hand in front of her face.
"Huh...what?" she asked snapping out of her thoughts.
"You do realize you're staring right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"And did you realize he's staring at you?"
"What?" she turned around, sure enough he was staring across the room at her. 'Creepy, I wonder how he knew I was looking at him?'
"Come on Kim," Ron grabbed her arm and puled her out of her seat.
"Where are we going?"
"To class, the bell rang."
*****
After school Kim was making her way to the gym for cheerleading practice. When she got there, she saw that only a few of the others were dressed, and standing off to the side, not even doing warm ups. Then she saw why, Nate was there in the middle of the gym, on some mats. He was wearing the same tank top as before, but he had changed his jeans for a pair of green sweat pants, which were resting snugly at mid shin level, making them very baggy. He wasn't wearing any shoes, just socks.
In his hands was a pole, maybe seven feet in length, with which he was doing some exercises. He jabbed, parried, spun it around, and slammed it down on the mat. Then looked to the side and whipped it that way, leaving a large dent in the tough mat. He stood and brought the pole up over his head, and swung it down in a diagonal line. When it hit the mat, the end ripped through the blue material. He stood, leaning slightly on the pole, looking almost mockingly at the stunned look on Kim's face. Then he turned around and did a small bow to the clapping cheerleaders.
"Thank you, thank you, I'm here till Thursday," he said bowing to the left, then to the right.
As Kim walked over he placed the pole against the wall and moved to the edge of the mat. Crouching down he grabbed the edge of the blue mat in the act of folding it to put away, when a shadow covered him.
"That was a nice show," Kim said crouching next to him.
"Thanks," he said folding the mat section over the next. "One day I'll show everything I can do with one of those."
Kim understood that maybe this was a hobby of his, but how many people actually consider combat a hobby. Other than all those people taking martial arts, but this didn't seem like any form she knew of.
"Well, we need the gym to practice."
"Why the hell do you think I'm folding these up?" he said shaking his head.
"Oh, well, I mean you don't hafta do that, we only really need half the gym," she said
"No, no, I'll just distract you," he said lifting the folded mats onto his shoulder. "You should probably go and change, they're getting impatient."
Bonnie was indeed giving Kim the evil eye and tapping her foot.
"You're right, see ya," she said standing up and heading for the locker room.
"Hey Possible," he yelled after her, "good luck."
He turned and left before she could ask what he meant. Shrugging her shoulders she continued to the locker room, got changed, and ran out into the gym, where the others were starting their warm ups.
Nate stepped out into the hallway, leaning against the wall. He put his head in his hand and sighed.
"Dammit, I shouldn't have done that," he said punching the wall. "But she seems like the trusting type, I should be able to keep my secret from her."
He laughed to himself and headed for the door, thinking of who he should eliminate next. He stepped out the door and saw someone he didn't expect to see.
TBC
Okay, first chapter ended, I hope you all like it. This is my first attempt at a KP fic, so I hope you don't mind if the characters are a little OOC. If you like the story then review, if you don't like it, don't review, all reviews are welcome, thank you.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic
Someone is singling out and eliminating Kim's enemies. Who is he, why is he doing this, and what does Shego have to do with him? All these questions will be answered in either this chapter or the next, I'm not sure yet.
"speech"
'thought'
(author's notes)
***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 1
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
Kim and Ron stood in front of the massive fire that used to be Duff Killigan's castle. Through the flames they could see a figure, a figure with glowing green eyes. This person wore immensely baggy pants that just caved into the boots he wore. These boots came up to mid-shin height, like boots that the army use. He wore a green, loose-fitting tank top. His body was toned to near perfection with the contours of his muscles clearly defined in the light of the fire. In his left hand was a pike, a long pole/lance with a blade on the end, the blade also glowed a slight green (picture something like the one, if you've ever seen it, that Hiten on Inuyasha used, I thought it was pretty cool). His face was still hidden in shadow, not wanting them to see him.
"Why did you do this?" Kim yelled across the mass of burning rubble.
"Because you couldn't bring yourself to," came a low, cold, ferociously scary voice.
"What do you mean?"
"You will find out, all in due time Kim Possible," the voice said accenting every syllable of her name, sending chills down her spine.
Kim pulled out her ckimmunicator and turned on the heavy-duty spotlight. When she shown it at where he was, he was gone. She humphed, put the kimmunicator back, and sat down on one of the stones that were scattered about. Ron was just standing there watching the flames, wondering how he could have possibly forgotten the marshmallows.
"Ron, how could this have happened?" she asked looking at the ruins of the once dreary castle.
"I don't know," was all he could say.
They had arrived at the island having gotten a tip that Killigan stole something to do with the top-secret space laser project. When they were about to enter the castle, it blew up, sending pieces of rock and other assorted shrapnel about. Kim felt the blood drip down her face from a cut on her cheek, her perfect cheek. No one she had ever faced used such powers, except maybe Shego, but her fingernails were her weapons. She pulled out the kimmunicator and contacted Wade.
"Wade, we could use a ride."
"What happened, did you get Killigan?"
"Not exactly Wade," Ron said leaning over Kim's shoulder.
"What do you mean?"
She turned the kimmunicator around so he could see where the castle once was.
"That's what I mean," she said turning the small device back around.
"We don't know who did it, or why?" Ron added.
"He did say that we would find out."
"Yeah, in due time," Ron said waving his hands and talking in a spooky voice.
"Rides on the way."
*****
The next day was like any other at Middleton high school, at least as normal as any day gets there. In Kim's first class, English, a new student was being introduced. He wore a pair of black, steel toe boots, which were covered by baggy jeans, hanging over those jeans was a very long, very loose, white tank top. His hair was extremely long for a guy. Reaching mid- thigh length, was a green/black color, and was pulled into a large braid. He had the rugged good looks of someone who had been through hell and could have described every detail (by this I mean he's a tough guy) of it.
"Everyone, I want you to give a warm, Middleton welcome to our new student," the teacher, Mr. Matthews said, "Nate Sindel."
(So I like to put myself in my stories, I feel it's the next best thing to actually being in the show.)
Every girls', even Kim's, jaw dropped when they looked at him. A few of them quickly regained their composure, but the other few couldn't help it.
"Okay, Nate, please take a seat...um...behind Ron over there," he pointed towards the empty seat behind Ron.
"Sure," he said lifting his bag and walking over to his seat.
The stares followed him as he sat down and leaned back in his chair, not really bothering to pay attention. Mr. Matthews wrapped his ruler on his desk to get everyone's attention back to the board. As soon as he started talking, people began to talk amongst themselves. Even people right down in the front row were talking, even though Matthews repeatedly told them to be quiet. But, as with any class, there are those who actually pay attention. There were only a handful out of the 30 juniors in the class.
*****
"Wade, I need you to look up someone for me," Kim said at lunch.
"Sure, who is it?" Wade said over the kimmunicator.
"Someone named Nate Sindel, he's new here and I'm not sure why, but he just doesn't give off good vibes, you know what I mean?" she said hurrying through her lunch.
"Slow down KP," Ron said sitting down across the table from her, "rushing is my job."
"This isn't good, how are we supposed to find out who this guy is?"
"Don't worry, it was just Killigan, he had it coming to him," Ron said pulling Rufus out and setting him on the table.
"But that's the thing, he hadn't been planning anything, or had done anything in past few months, besides the whole space laser thingy."
"So, what if he was, its over now," Ron said, quickly stopping himself from saying anything else, he had momentarily forgotten that Killigan was dead. Luckily, Kim wasn't paying attention.
"He said that he was doing what I couldn't bring myself to do."
"Hey, ask Wade if he can find any sort of security tapes from Killigan's castle, he must have had surveillance cameras."
"Great idea Ron," Kim slapped his on the back and pulled out her kimmunicator. "Wade, can you check if there are any surveillance tapes from Killigan's castle?"
"I thought you might ask, and you'll never guess who it is," Wade said transferring the files from his computer to hers.
Kim watched the feed on the screen, it showed the main room of the castle. The camera was mounted above the door, giving a full view of the room, except what was directly beneath it. As they watched the door was blown off its hinges by a green mass of something. In stepped the person they saw the previous night, except they only saw him from behind. The tape fast forwarded and the next thing they saw was Killagan on his knees, making a begging motion. The figure raised the pike, and brought it back down, severing the golfer's head from his body. Kim and Ron both turned away when that happened. They turned back just in time to se the pike glow and blow the camera to pieces.
"Well, that's some thorough work," Ron said attempting to keep his lunch down.
"But it brings us back to the original question, why would someone want to ice Killigan?" Kim said not bothering to rewind and look at it again. "Wade, did you find anything that might give us a clue to his face?"
"Sorry Kim, I got nothing."
"Okay, thanks Wade," she said and put the kimmunicator back in her pocket.
Kim turned around in her seat, looking across the lunchroom at Nate, sitting by himself at a table in the corner. She didn't know why, but he really creeped her out, and she had some questions for him. But she figured that waiting for Wade to dig up any info on him would be more appropriate. She just couldn't help staring at him, his perfect face, perfect body, perfect hair; in a strange way he reminded her of...her. She herself had been called perfect by so many people, she had tried to be modest about it, but it was really starting to get to her.
"Kim," Ron said waving his hand in front of her face.
"Huh...what?" she asked snapping out of her thoughts.
"You do realize you're staring right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"And did you realize he's staring at you?"
"What?" she turned around, sure enough he was staring across the room at her. 'Creepy, I wonder how he knew I was looking at him?'
"Come on Kim," Ron grabbed her arm and puled her out of her seat.
"Where are we going?"
"To class, the bell rang."
*****
After school Kim was making her way to the gym for cheerleading practice. When she got there, she saw that only a few of the others were dressed, and standing off to the side, not even doing warm ups. Then she saw why, Nate was there in the middle of the gym, on some mats. He was wearing the same tank top as before, but he had changed his jeans for a pair of green sweat pants, which were resting snugly at mid shin level, making them very baggy. He wasn't wearing any shoes, just socks.
In his hands was a pole, maybe seven feet in length, with which he was doing some exercises. He jabbed, parried, spun it around, and slammed it down on the mat. Then looked to the side and whipped it that way, leaving a large dent in the tough mat. He stood and brought the pole up over his head, and swung it down in a diagonal line. When it hit the mat, the end ripped through the blue material. He stood, leaning slightly on the pole, looking almost mockingly at the stunned look on Kim's face. Then he turned around and did a small bow to the clapping cheerleaders.
"Thank you, thank you, I'm here till Thursday," he said bowing to the left, then to the right.
As Kim walked over he placed the pole against the wall and moved to the edge of the mat. Crouching down he grabbed the edge of the blue mat in the act of folding it to put away, when a shadow covered him.
"That was a nice show," Kim said crouching next to him.
"Thanks," he said folding the mat section over the next. "One day I'll show everything I can do with one of those."
Kim understood that maybe this was a hobby of his, but how many people actually consider combat a hobby. Other than all those people taking martial arts, but this didn't seem like any form she knew of.
"Well, we need the gym to practice."
"Why the hell do you think I'm folding these up?" he said shaking his head.
"Oh, well, I mean you don't hafta do that, we only really need half the gym," she said
"No, no, I'll just distract you," he said lifting the folded mats onto his shoulder. "You should probably go and change, they're getting impatient."
Bonnie was indeed giving Kim the evil eye and tapping her foot.
"You're right, see ya," she said standing up and heading for the locker room.
"Hey Possible," he yelled after her, "good luck."
He turned and left before she could ask what he meant. Shrugging her shoulders she continued to the locker room, got changed, and ran out into the gym, where the others were starting their warm ups.
Nate stepped out into the hallway, leaning against the wall. He put his head in his hand and sighed.
"Dammit, I shouldn't have done that," he said punching the wall. "But she seems like the trusting type, I should be able to keep my secret from her."
He laughed to himself and headed for the door, thinking of who he should eliminate next. He stepped out the door and saw someone he didn't expect to see.
TBC
Okay, first chapter ended, I hope you all like it. This is my first attempt at a KP fic, so I hope you don't mind if the characters are a little OOC. If you like the story then review, if you don't like it, don't review, all reviews are welcome, thank you.
